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Aug. 5th, 2007 11:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphI've perused the DSL installation CD (as far as I can without beginning the actual installation) and have sort of figured out where I will put various things such as the filter and the modem and the power supply. Now there's actually doing it, which involves the moving of various things such as pieces of furniture and vast coils of cable which (my technology-fevered imagination suggests) are like swarming offspring of Ouroborous devouring themselves and one another. Oh, Internets! The modem is especially annoying as this desk is getting way too crowded and there's no other place to put it. Too much real stuff is needed to reach the virtual world. Stupid technology. Anyway, I'm going to put off the actual doing for another day.
However, the temperature dropped by several degrees today, so at least I get to deal with the frustration in a more pleasant atmosphere. On the dismal side (isn't there always a dismal side?), the nights for watching the meteors are probably going to be chilly, and this afternoon there were quite a few clouds. If the meteors get hidden by clouds I'm going to be so pissed!. But it's a whole week before the peak of the shower so I'd probably best not get my shorts in a wad just yet.
Meantime, here's this:
Sunday Verse
by Charles Simic
The mail truck goes down the coast
Carrying a single letter.
At the end of a long pier
The bored seagull lifts a leg now and then
And forgets to put it down.
There is a menace in the air
Of tragedies in the making.
Last night you thought you heard television
In the house next door.
You were sure it was some new
Horror they were reporting,
So you went out to find out.
Barefoot, wearing just shorts.
It was only the sea sounding weary
After so many lifetimes
Of pretending to be rushing off somewhere
And never getting anywhere.
This morning, it felt like Sunday.
The heavens did their part
By casting no shadow along the boardwalk
Or the row of vacant cottages,
Among them a small church
With a dozen gray tombstones huddled close
As if they, too, had the shivers.
However, the temperature dropped by several degrees today, so at least I get to deal with the frustration in a more pleasant atmosphere. On the dismal side (isn't there always a dismal side?), the nights for watching the meteors are probably going to be chilly, and this afternoon there were quite a few clouds. If the meteors get hidden by clouds I'm going to be so pissed!. But it's a whole week before the peak of the shower so I'd probably best not get my shorts in a wad just yet.
Meantime, here's this:
Sunday Verse
Late September
by Charles Simic
The mail truck goes down the coast
Carrying a single letter.
At the end of a long pier
The bored seagull lifts a leg now and then
And forgets to put it down.
There is a menace in the air
Of tragedies in the making.
Last night you thought you heard television
In the house next door.
You were sure it was some new
Horror they were reporting,
So you went out to find out.
Barefoot, wearing just shorts.
It was only the sea sounding weary
After so many lifetimes
Of pretending to be rushing off somewhere
And never getting anywhere.
This morning, it felt like Sunday.
The heavens did their part
By casting no shadow along the boardwalk
Or the row of vacant cottages,
Among them a small church
With a dozen gray tombstones huddled close
As if they, too, had the shivers.
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Date: 2007-08-13 04:35 am (UTC)I enjoy some of Simic's works, but I think Hall's best is much better, and he's been at his best more often.